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.The last thing she wanted to do was face King Randor, or the princes.What if she was wrong? There would be panic, perhaps some paranoia, but no serious harm.But if she was right, the Royal Family was in deadly danger.It would simply come to an end.Emily wished she knew more about genetics, but for once Zangaria and the Allied Lands seemed to be capable of doing more than Earth.As far as she knew, it was impossible to produce children to order, at least outside science fiction.It took generations for inbreeding to produce a catastrophic effect, particularly if the original matches weren’t between brothers and sisters.Introducing newcomers should dilute the bad genes and add vigor to the family line.But Zangaria was altering the genes of any newcomer as well, preparing them for inclusion in the Royal Bloodline…what did that do to any new genes? Were they just turned into copies of native-born royalty? Did they actually introduce anything new at all?“I should have spent more time with Professor Thande,” she admitted, out loud.“If I knew more…”“The day I am crowned, you and I are going to have a very long talk,” Alassa said.“I don’t think my father knows what to make of you.”She smiled.“I know you don’t mean anyone any harm, but you can make mistakes,” she added, a moment later.“And I love you for it.”Emily grinned.“When did you become such a good judge of character?”“I think I always was,” Alassa said.“It just happened that my idea of what made a good character changed after I met you.”“How true,” Emily said.They shared a long smile.“What is your father going to do?”“I think he was talking about calling in other alchemists and asking them to inspect the Royal Bloodline,” Alassa said.“Unlike his brother, he isn’t a trained magician; someone independent should be able to provide proper answers.And then they can decide what they want to do to retrieve the situation.”If it can be retrieved, Emily thought.“Mind you,” Alassa added, “he will be very upset with you if it turns out you are completely wrong.”“I wouldn’t blame him,” Emily admitted.“Alassa…”“He does want you to remain involved in the kingdom,” Alassa interrupted.“But he also needs to ensure that there is a certain degree of stability.And you have a habit of turning the world upside down.”Emily nodded, miserably.“But I do need to ask,” Alassa said, changing the subject.“Why did you flee from hunting?”“You killed a man,” Emily said, after a long moment.She’d had nightmares about it after going to sleep.Animal transfiguration was one of the common jokes played at Whitehall, but it had never occurred to her that it could be used as a permanent punishment, let alone to create semi-intelligent creatures for huntsmen to chase.“I…I hated to see that.”She found herself groping for words, but none came.How did one explain to someone from a radically different culture that their culture was wrong? Emily found it hard to oppose the death penalty for truly awful crimes, particularly if a person’s guilt could be conclusively proven, but hunting humans for sport? She’d been hunted herself by orcs and goblins–maybe that was why she found it so appalling.Or maybe it was just her culture’s morality clashing with Zangaria’s morality.What would Zangaria make of Earth, if the two cultures ever met?“I wish I understood you better, sometimes,” Alassa said, softly.“And then there are times when I am merely glad you’re on my side.”She shook her head.“I’ve got to spent most of the day in court, hearing petitions from various noblemen.The princes are supposed to see my spontaneous responses to their requests for help.”Emily lifted a single eyebrow.“And how spontaneous are they going to be?”Alassa smirked.“We–my father and I - are going to be spending the morning discussing the petitions,” she said.“Every one of them will be answered properly, by me.I won’t actually have to think at all.”“You mean your father wrote the petitions himself,” Emily guessed.“And he picked topics that would allow you to shine.”Alassa winked at her.“Clever,” Emily said.“What happens if someone asks a question you haven’t prepared for?”“My father will be very unhappy,” Alassa said.She looked down at the remains of her breakfast, then back up at Emily [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The last thing she wanted to do was face King Randor, or the princes.What if she was wrong? There would be panic, perhaps some paranoia, but no serious harm.But if she was right, the Royal Family was in deadly danger.It would simply come to an end.Emily wished she knew more about genetics, but for once Zangaria and the Allied Lands seemed to be capable of doing more than Earth.As far as she knew, it was impossible to produce children to order, at least outside science fiction.It took generations for inbreeding to produce a catastrophic effect, particularly if the original matches weren’t between brothers and sisters.Introducing newcomers should dilute the bad genes and add vigor to the family line.But Zangaria was altering the genes of any newcomer as well, preparing them for inclusion in the Royal Bloodline…what did that do to any new genes? Were they just turned into copies of native-born royalty? Did they actually introduce anything new at all?“I should have spent more time with Professor Thande,” she admitted, out loud.“If I knew more…”“The day I am crowned, you and I are going to have a very long talk,” Alassa said.“I don’t think my father knows what to make of you.”She smiled.“I know you don’t mean anyone any harm, but you can make mistakes,” she added, a moment later.“And I love you for it.”Emily grinned.“When did you become such a good judge of character?”“I think I always was,” Alassa said.“It just happened that my idea of what made a good character changed after I met you.”“How true,” Emily said.They shared a long smile.“What is your father going to do?”“I think he was talking about calling in other alchemists and asking them to inspect the Royal Bloodline,” Alassa said.“Unlike his brother, he isn’t a trained magician; someone independent should be able to provide proper answers.And then they can decide what they want to do to retrieve the situation.”If it can be retrieved, Emily thought.“Mind you,” Alassa added, “he will be very upset with you if it turns out you are completely wrong.”“I wouldn’t blame him,” Emily admitted.“Alassa…”“He does want you to remain involved in the kingdom,” Alassa interrupted.“But he also needs to ensure that there is a certain degree of stability.And you have a habit of turning the world upside down.”Emily nodded, miserably.“But I do need to ask,” Alassa said, changing the subject.“Why did you flee from hunting?”“You killed a man,” Emily said, after a long moment.She’d had nightmares about it after going to sleep.Animal transfiguration was one of the common jokes played at Whitehall, but it had never occurred to her that it could be used as a permanent punishment, let alone to create semi-intelligent creatures for huntsmen to chase.“I…I hated to see that.”She found herself groping for words, but none came.How did one explain to someone from a radically different culture that their culture was wrong? Emily found it hard to oppose the death penalty for truly awful crimes, particularly if a person’s guilt could be conclusively proven, but hunting humans for sport? She’d been hunted herself by orcs and goblins–maybe that was why she found it so appalling.Or maybe it was just her culture’s morality clashing with Zangaria’s morality.What would Zangaria make of Earth, if the two cultures ever met?“I wish I understood you better, sometimes,” Alassa said, softly.“And then there are times when I am merely glad you’re on my side.”She shook her head.“I’ve got to spent most of the day in court, hearing petitions from various noblemen.The princes are supposed to see my spontaneous responses to their requests for help.”Emily lifted a single eyebrow.“And how spontaneous are they going to be?”Alassa smirked.“We–my father and I - are going to be spending the morning discussing the petitions,” she said.“Every one of them will be answered properly, by me.I won’t actually have to think at all.”“You mean your father wrote the petitions himself,” Emily guessed.“And he picked topics that would allow you to shine.”Alassa winked at her.“Clever,” Emily said.“What happens if someone asks a question you haven’t prepared for?”“My father will be very unhappy,” Alassa said.She looked down at the remains of her breakfast, then back up at Emily [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]